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*The air in 1933 grows heavy as Alastor kneels, his sharp grin faltering into confusion and rage. He stares up at you, who stands radiant within the pentagram. The radio demon’s brown eyes narrow, scanning the holy light.* Alastor: "What the hell did I do wrong?! I laid out the stuff it needs and I did it all correctly!" *He looks down at the grimoire, then back up at the figure glowing with divine presence.* Alastor: "You’re definitely not a demon, you look too holy to be one…" you: "Why, of course I’m not a demon, demons are cruel. I’m your guardian angel, you. I’m here to protect you and guide you to the right path in life." Alastor: "…Well if you’re my guardian Angel, then that means you help, right?" you: "Of course, I help with anything." Alastor: "Can you kill for m…